Good flew low over the ground using the Fuwa Fuwa no Mi (Float-Float Fruit), blasting straight toward Whitebeard.
Trailing behind him, his "magma armor" blazed like a comet's tail.
Marco, Vista, and the other commanders who hadn't gone to stop Meteor Volcano tried to intercept.
But Good completely ignored them. It was as if they didn't exist—he took their attacks without even glancing their way.
He was willing to take damage in exchange for a shot at Whitebeard.
This left the commanders dumbfounded and helpless.
"This guy really is reckless!"
"I finally get why they call him the Reckless Maniac Admiral…"
Good was so fast that in just a few seconds, he was in Whitebeard's face.
"Dai Funka!! (Great Eruption!!)"
With the attack fully charged, magma burst from Good's body, taking the shape of a ferocious lion that lunged with jaws wide open toward Whitebeard.
But Whitebeard didn't move an inch.
His lips curved into a slight grin. His sharp gaze flickered, and he slowly drew the massive blade he had planted in the ground.
In a flash, he swung it down on the magma lion.
No buildup, no banter—he cleanly neutralized the Dai Funka in one blow.
The flames clinging to the blade crackled wildly, yet Whitebeard casually blew across the weapon.
The magma clinging to the edge instantly cooled, turning into solid rock.
With a light flick of his arm, the stone shattered off his blade with a crunch, raining fragments to the earth.
Seeing this, Good's eyes lit up with excitement.
Whitebeard raised a brow and asked in a low voice, "You look pretty hyped up, brat."
"Of course!!" Good answered immediately. "I've been holding back for days—being able to go all out in a real fight? Hell yeah I'm excited!"
Whitebeard raised an eyebrow again.
This guy... he reminded him of someone.
Roger.
Back when they fought, Roger had shown that same kind of wild, pure battle spirit.
Even though he'd easily blocked Good's attack, Whitebeard didn't take him lightly.
Anyone that the Fleet Admiral personally promoted to the unique title of Fourth Admiral had to have something special.
And more than anything, those strange and mysterious abilities of Good's intrigued him.
Behind Good, Marco, Vista, and the others stood with grim faces.
They were totally speechless about this new Admiral.
They'd tried so hard to stop him, but he just barrelled past them, not even caring if he got hurt.
Too reckless—it was beyond frustrating.
But even more confusing was that while Good looked like he didn't dodge anything, none of their deadly strikes ever landed where it mattered.
Somehow, he evaded or deflected every fatal blow with precise movement.
It made no sense. For someone so young, how did he have such monstrous battle instincts?
But Good didn't care what they thought.
Because right now, the moment he clashed with Whitebeard again—
The system activated.
"Strength +23, Agility +23, Armament Haki +38, Magma-Magma Fruit Ability +38, Float-Float Fruit Ability +28…
Replication Progress – Gura Gura no Mi (Tremor-Tremor Fruit): +11%,
Replication Progress – Haoshoku Haki (Conqueror's Haki): +12%."
Fighting the world's strongest man gave him a huge boost—stats surging into double digits.
And now he wasn't just copying the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, he was replicating Whitebeard's Conqueror's Haki too.
Hearing the system ring in his head, Good laughed uncontrollably.
Having sacrificed his intelligence, his mind and expressions were now in perfect sync—he didn't calculate, he just acted.
Simple, pure, direct:
See enemy.
Beat enemy.
Get stronger.
No schemes. No overthinking.
Just punch through everything.
As he roared with laughter, his wounds closed up once again.
None of the attacks earlier were fatal, and his regeneration didn't cost much stamina.
Even if they were deadly, he could heal from them—plus, every second of combat only made him stronger and more durable.
Once he was fully healed, he moved again—
Charging straight at Whitebeard!
Meanwhile…
The Meteor Volcano still rained fire upon the battlefield. Whole sections of the island burned like hell itself.
Weaker pirates were either obliterated on impact or critically wounded. The commanders tried to protect their men, but the bombardment was too widespread.
Fighting Shanks, Akainu caught glimpses of the devastation and felt conflicted.
That was his power. And now someone else was using it.
Worse, he had trained with the Magma-Magma Fruit for years, perfecting it over a decade.
Ryūsei Kazan (Meteor Volcano) was his signature move—ten years of effort.
And yet Good used it instantly… and with the same power.
It made Akainu's blood boil.
Where the hell did Sengoku find this madman…?
Meanwhile, Good had healed and launched himself at Whitebeard again.
Behind him, Marco and Vista gritted their teeth and struck with sharper, deadlier attacks.
They refused to believe this young Admiral could keep dodging like this!
But every blow still missed anything vital—Good dodged or turned just enough to neutralize the impact.
This guy was a monster.
Was he really just a natural-born combat genius?
Whitebeard could see it clearly—his sharp eyes picking up the patterns.
He was surprised.
And deeply intrigued.
"If this brat doesn't die young… he'll become every pirate's worst nightmare."
"A true battle prodigy…"
Now Whitebeard was taking him even more seriously.
And at that moment—Good broke through the commanders' blockade again and went straight for Whitebeard.
"Yōgan – Shishi no Houkō!!! (Magma – Lion's Roar!!)"
(End of Chapter)
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